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The Shipwreck Rose: How Are You?

Do you want to know what year people stopped smiling and saying “hello” as they passed one another on the sidewalks of East Hampton? That would be the year of our Lord 1994.

Aug 26, 2021
Gristmill: Good Grief Mets

Mets games over the AM radio only make a trip to Citi Field itself that much sweeter. As long as the rain holds off . . .

Aug 18, 2021
The Shipwreck Rose: Dirty Water

I’m writing this in a blaze of blinding sun and white concrete, poolside at the Lighthouse Inn on Cape Cod, whither the kids and I have hied ourselves for a last-minute, three-night mini-cation. The Lighthouse Inn is a family-run resort founded in 1938, a cottage colony by the sea. A band was playing “Build Me Up, Buttercup” and “Sweet Caroline” by the water’s edge as we checked in.

Aug 18, 2021
Point of View: ‘What’ll I Do?’

Mary said she was excited to hear that I was making Lidia’s roasted eggplant with ziti and ricotta tonight, testimony, I suppose, to the depths of ennui we’ve plumbed — plum tomatoes are in the recipe too — since Emily and the kids left for Ohio, leaving us to marvel on our own at the glowing light she sees caressing us here.

Aug 18, 2021
The Mast-Head: Peril of the Left Turn

I had been upstairs in the main newsroom working with our August interns when we heard several loud thumps above the usual background noise from outside.

Aug 18, 2021
Point of View: You Glow, Girl

I was thinking the other day, walking in our neighborhood, that we were blessed by God; later, our daughter Emily, who lives in Ohio, told us why.

Aug 12, 2021
The Mast-Head: Summer’s End

Signs of the coming change of season come too soon for my taste.

Aug 12, 2021
Gristmill: Crime and Comfort

A veritable tsunami of coffee in a decades-old thriller sets a grateful reader to thinking.

Aug 12, 2021
The Shipwreck Rose: Carnival Barking

Either you love carnivals and fairs or you loathe them.

Aug 12, 2021
Gristmill: Olympics on the Cheap

My current obsession with the Tokyo Olympics prompts memories of a low-budget trip to Montreal for the ’76 Games.

Aug 5, 2021
The Shipwreck Rose: The Glass Slipper

Among the brilliant things I never did was an art project I conceived of in my late teens, in which I was going to take Polaroid photographs of my feet clad in favorite pairs of shoes. An autobiography in footwear.

Aug 5, 2021
Point of View: Two Furry Preceptors

The traffic is godawful, but maybe as a result of the snail's pace everyone's driving too slowly to inflict much damage.

Aug 5, 2021